If You Drop An Egg...

My Mom taught me a phrase over a decade ago that was taught regularly at Weight Watchers.   Which I might add is a pretty awesome weight loss program.   WW has helped literally millions lose weight.  It almost makes me feel guilty about a promotion I ran years back when we owned the donut shops.  The special was  "Bring in your gym membership card and get 2 for 1 donuts."  "Bring in your Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig card and get 3 for 1 donuts."  I was pretty stoked when a lady came in and got the donut deal, who was enrolled in the Jenny Craig program.  I remember feeling a little guilty.  She probably did too.  I guess that makes it even.

Back to the egg and dozen thing.  "IF YOU DROP AN EGG ON THE FLOOR, IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO THROW THE WHOLE DOZEN."  My interpretation is: just because a Hostess jelly donut jumps in your mouth, (like they sometimes do), doesn’t mean the day is lost, pig out with a promise of starting over tomorrow, or better yet monday.   A little cookie here or a half donut there, never made anyone obese.  Just wipe the crumbs off and keep truckin'.

When I decided to honestly do something about my eating, it wasn’t because I was ridiculously  overweight.  I was a sugar junkie.  "Double fisting bear claws" like Chris Farley.  I once baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and over the course of an hour or two, I devoured 8 of them.  The kids and Kristen went to bed, so I ate two more.  I didn’t really want to, but they were looking at me funny.  I was seriously sick to my stomach.  But there were still two cookies on the tray.  The fat guy said, “we might as well eat them, there are only two left.”  My skinny guy retorted, “I’m gonna puke!”  The fat guy always has an answer that makes more sense, “We can’t have them in the house or we’ll just eat them, you know that!  Let’s get rid of them now so we won't be tempted!  Just stick 'em both in my mouth.”  So I did.  And I wanted to lurch!  I felt so low about myself.  I was absolutely an addict.  I was now talking to myself out loud.  I said, “I need to do something drastic.”  And I thought of my friend Mike, the bodybuilder.  I picked up the phone.  Now I'm addicted to bodybuilding.  (I'm actually not)

So, to wrap things up, If we are dieting, and drop an egg, we don't need to throw the whole dozen on the ground and roll around on the floor wallowing in the slime.  It's just not necessary.